CHAPTER 560: MICAH RAMSY: CHEATER SLAYER

Emile marched Micah toward the lake like he was escorting a prisoner. The campus lake, nestled among tall ginkgo and maple trees already shedding golden leaves, shimmered under the chilly autumn sky. The surface rippled in a stiff wind. Students walking by hugged their scarves tighter.

Micah’s stomach churned.

This was it. This felt like an execution ground.

He was panicking inside. Shit! Emile had definitely found out! There was no explanation for being dragged out like this. Emile probably pieced together that Asena and Micah were the same person.

He scrambled to come up with one thousand excuses to deny that he had ever acted as Asena: I have an identical twin sister. I have a split personality that likes dressing as a girl. Someone was trying to frame me!

His imagination was cut short when Emile stopped and turned around.

"Micah... I want to ask you something." Emile said in a profound tone.

Micah’s soul left his body. His palms went clammy. He bit his imaginary handkerchief, dying inside, ready to be mocked.

Emile inhaled deeply, took a half step closer. "You see... It’s about my friend."

Micah blinked. Friend? Which friend? Him? Was he... was he trying to indirectly talk about Asena? Had he grown self-conscious? Was he trying not to bruise his pride?

Emile went on, choosing his words carefully.

"He fell in love at first sight. But he realised the person he liked was the partner of his relative."

Micah’s jaw practically hit the ground, totally baffled. Huh? Where was Asena in this? What was Emile even saying?

Emile bit his lower lip. "The problem was not just that... that relative had a wife. So my friend basically caught a cheater..." he paused, looking at Micah, gauging his reaction.

Micah looked at him stupidly.

Emile seemed frustrated with Micah’s lack of immediate insight. He sighed. "What should my friend do? Should he tell his wife about the affair? Or should he stay quiet? Should he hit on the girl, the third party, maybe separating her from the cheater, helping the wife indirectly? What do you think?"

Micah slowly scratched his cheek. The wind blew his silver hair slightly, making him look like a considerate scholar pondering the complexities of life when he adjusted his glasses on his nose.

Micah still could not fathom what was happening.

The situation seemed strangely familiar, but at the same time not. He was caught off guard by the question.

"Are you asking me for love advice?" he pointed to himself. "I study fashion design. I am not an expert in marriage crises."

Emile stomped his foot in annoyance. "Just answer me. If you were in my friend’s shoes, what would you do?"

Micah fell into thought for a moment, brows furrowing. Then he answered with an air of casualness. "Honestly? I’d beat the cheater until he screamed like a pig. Maybe even cut off his manhood. I hate cheaters the most."

Emile froze. His face drained of colour, screaming inside his head. Little uncle! Clyde! Run! Escape! Leave the country!

Please never be caught by Micah! Otherwise, you would end up in a hospital bed, and even we, your juniors, won’t recognise you!

The mental image of Clyde in a hospital bed after Micah chopped off something important made Emile’s knees tremble.

The ruthless words Micah uttered were too terrifying. Emile could never tell about the rumour. He suddenly felt deeply worried for his uncle. Even though Clyde was cold and terrifying, he was still family. Emile didn’t want to be the reason he ended up as a eunuch.

Micah tilted his head. "Did that answer your question?" he asked innocently.

Emile nodded rapidly, so fast he looked like a chicken aggressively pecking seeds. "Yes. Yes. Very clear...Thank you."

Micah smiled, pleased to be helpful.

Emile quietly lit a candle in his heart for his uncle. I’m sorry, Uncle. But your wife is too ruthless, a terrifying man-hater! I can’t help you. You are on your own.

Micah shoved his hand into his jacket pockets, his tense body relaxing. "So, who is this friend of yours? Do I know him?"

Emile jolted, shaking his head. "No, no. He is one of my friends from when I lived overseas." His words came out stammered.

Emile denied it with every fibre of his being. As if he told Micah he was the one who had seen Asena and fallen in love. He still wanted to live.

Micah studied Emile with narrowed eyes. Why was he panicking? Something was fishy!

"Really? You know, there is a saying, when someone says I have a friend with this problem, they mean themselves. So tell me the truth. Who’s this girl?" Micah pressed further, stepping forward, trying to pressure Emile.

The curly-haired young man retreated, panic flashing in his eyes. He let out a nervous laugh. "Haha, such nonsense. It’s really about my friend."

Micah smirked, amusement dancing in his hazel eyes. It seemed the tables had turned. Emile was hiding something. "Come on. We are friends. We might even become family soon. There is no need to be shy. Do I know her? I can help you if you want."

Emile was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. "Ahhh... silly me! It totally slipped my mind. I have a meeting with my supervisor. I should get going..." he muttered and bolted to the side, running so fast he left a cloud of dust behind him.

Micah laughed out. Besides teasing him, he felt gleeful at how effectively he had fooled Emile. His acting as Asena had been so good that even Emile, this green tea, was not able to see through him. Not to mention, there was this big neon sign on his palm, giving a red alarm, screaming that he was Asena. Yet, Emile had not suspected him at all.

Then he recalled the strange situation Emile had talked about a minute ago. A relative. A girl. Third party...

At that resort, didn’t they assume Asena was Clyde’s girlfriend? If he put Emile as the friend who caught a cheating relative... wouldn’t it be the most logical setup be Clyde, him and Asena? What else would Emile drag him here and talk so cryptically?

Micah’s grin widened, evil thoughts popping into his head. With how attentive Emile had been that day, how carefully he had bandaged his hand, the possibility of that girl being Asena felt pretty high. Was he actually interested in her? Should Micah go flirt with him just to test it?